Jiggling belly

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you have had too many cakes!

Submitted: June 08, 2009

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Submitted: June 08, 2009



Oh jiggling fat on my belly

Are you the result of too much telly?

Why is it if I do a sit-up or two

You still keep jiggling and make me feel blue

Oh cruel world this lard is too much

The waves and ripples from a gentle touch

I bumped into someone I knew today

They fell to the ground and demanded I pay

You're belly is too round, it's in the way

Enough is enough, time to tone my behind

Running in the park, belly swinging side to side

Hitting a few kids as my speed was too fast to stop

They fly in the air, fall in dog poop, PLOP!

I hope they are okay

Distracted didn't see my belly swinging my way.

SLAP! in my face, I am dazzled and stumble

On top of a kid they are crushed to a crumble

Mmm apple crumble I start to drool

So much saliva it became a pool

I can't give up food and I definately shouldn't run

I will lay right here and wait for the tow truck to come

I was there so long, my drool pool mingled with pee

A bouncy castle for the kids and free food for me

And so there I remained, became a site for all to see

Better than anything on telly

I was the woman with the jiggling belly

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